Best Laurel Wreath Poems

Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 
the miscarriage of a promised rose garden 
leaving me bereft but for entwined bands of gold – 
contemplative thorns tempt my...

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We hang on hints or clues to see what's to come next;
I'll cite examples as proofs from a well-known text.   

He that crawls in fours when rooster gleefully calls,
Walks in twos like the blazing sun, but soon he falls;
Here's a hint, clue or...

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   "Wedding of a Wench"


a joyous celebration promised arrived on lacy invitation
bring only your smile as a gift to offer congratulations
but my cousin, Marlene, was known as a troublemaker all her life
now so hard to imagine she'd make any man a good wife.

more...

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Success  or  Failure’s Failure


Was it success or failure’s failure,
The will to win or a refusal to lose.
No guts, no glory!! – no pain, no gain!!

He stayed the course – unnoticed,
walked early through the cold mist,
prayed to a heartless, distant god,

answered the call every...

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May I help you sir, she said to me, as I walked in the door.
                   I hung my head, embarrass red, What was I in here for?...

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I will pave the farthest road,
see my likeness known in marble and gold.
Is it power, is it greatness I pursue?
Yes, it's destined, it makes sense,
that I should come to prominence,
Oh, world, Caesar comes for you!

I will not fade, spread across Pompey's gates,
what would Cicero know...

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The prominent years, of which did last
Great heights of power, of centuries past
According to legend, thy Rome we build
Twin brothers afore, o’ Remus killed

O’ city of Rome, of which we name
A land of power, government, fame
A laurel wreath, for emperors made
Make way Augustine, we...

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A troubadour came by my house;
beneath my window he did sing.
I had never heard such melody
or listened to like lyrics ring.
He sang a song I understood,
a song of love for me alone;
and , gazing through the latticed frame,
I knew that I would be his own.

The...

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Brutus Iulius Trois Page 05

Loud laughed Pandrasus  Hear the mice roar 
yet stubborn Pandrasus swiftly gave chase
over the high mountain, through the deep forest
so easily he fell to the trap Brutus had laid
on Achelous's banks Brutus did ambush the king

Brutus standing tall looked down...

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Oh Lord my God. I love you with an everlasting love.
Each of your ways is perfect and in you there is no
shadow of turning. I love you for first loving me and
sending Jesus to die for my sins. My heart is melted by
your goodness toward...

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                      A name means nothing
                   ...

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Merge urge with surge to hurl short fest,
Invite the heart to feel quest spark;
Charm moves sad dirge in spellbound jazz,
Reprise old art to forge new mark;
Obscure yet grand that laurel wreath.
Taste thought unique in sharp outbursts,
Attain dear friend where impulse breathes;
Leap with technique high pulse...

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Journey you take as hero must,
One mindset starts for the true heart;
Story you make in a fine trust,
Explore bold art in fabled parts;
Prized tale and spell: follow your bliss,
Heed sacred code as hero can.
Choice helps you dwell on journey's gist,
Apply brave mode to live your...

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When the battle is won, 'tis the general who claims the laurel wreath.
Seldom is lavish praise bestowed upon the lowly ranks beneath.
But it's the valiant fellow in the trenches with his bayonet and gun,
Who bears the brutal brunt of battle to see the victory won!

In...

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no din less more pronounced upon your ear
scallions separated blend to meet the stew
when hearty hearts drink out the broth of fear
and bury those with heavy hearts they knew

long mornings sun bestowed upon
when laddies grew beneath
and lads to lasses onward come
to part the laurel wreath

Tis...

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